Chapter 42
“What are you doing?” he mumbled into his pillow as the woman that should be passed out by his side nudged him.
“Service me,” she said, making him smile.
“I can’t,” he admitted with a defeated groan as she nudged him again.
“You really can.”
“I really can’t,” he said, chuckling when the insatiable woman gave up on nudging him and tried to push him over onto his back.
“That’s loser talk, Yummy,” she said, sounding out of breath as she continued with her attempts to push him over onto his back and have her way with him, again.
Not that he was complaining, especially not after last night, but he was exhausted, sore, starving, and he was pretty sure that they’d run out of condoms a few hours ago. Before he touched her again, he was going to need at least twelve hours of sleep, a hot shower, a massage, a large meal and most likely a sacrifice to the gods to make him want to move again.
“You’ve worn me out, sweetheart,” he admitted with a manful grunt as she jostled him.
“You’re going to give up just like that?” she asked with a sigh as she crawled over him, further jostling him, so that she could see if she had better luck from the other side.
“Yup.”
“Have you no shame?” she asked, doing her best to turn him over.
“None whatsoever,” he admitted on a sigh as he moved his arms beneath his pillow to get more comfortable.
“You’re really going to give up that easily?” she asked with a heavy sigh as she paused in her attempts to roll him over.
“Yes.”
“Really?” she asked, giving up on trying to roll him over and settled for straddling his back.
“Yes,” he groaned when he felt just how wet she was.
“I see,” she murmured, shifting on top of him and dragging another groan from him.
“Then you’ll show me a little mercy and let me sleep?” he asked, sounding hopeful as the cruel woman leaned over him so that he could feel her hard nipples brush against his back.
“Are you sure you want that?” she whispered, making him groan.
“Maybe,” he said, biting back a yawn as he suddenly rolled over, taking her by surprise and earning a startled gasp.
Before she could fall on her ass, and he’d been more than willing to kiss it better if she had, he caught her and brought her back down on top of him so that she was now straddling his hips.
“Would you stop doing that?” she asked, trying to look pissed as she settled more comfortably on his lap, but that devious little smile that she was trying to hide from him told a different story all together.
“No,” he simply said, as he ran his hands over her thighs.
“Well,” she said, crossing her arms over those beautiful tear dropped shaped breasts that had his poor abused cock hardening, “then I believe we’re at an impasse, sir.”
“Meaning?” he asked, running his hands over her hips.
“That I will not be speaking to you until you service me, sir,” she said with a sniff and a little wiggle that had her slit sliding over his cock and making him rethink his list of demands.
Sighing like it was the last thing that he wanted to do, he asked, “Do I need to be awake for this?”
She pursed her lips as she thought it over before shaking her head. “I suppose not.”
Grabbing her hips, he guided her to roll her hips so that she ground herself down against him. “Will you respect me in the morning?” he asked, watching as she licked her lips hungrily.
“Don’t expect miracles, Yummy,” she said with a pitying shake of her head as she leaned forward and slapped her hands against his chest so that she could shift her hips and-
“Mom?”
-clumsily climb off him as she suddenly found the strength to shove him off the bed. He hit the floor with a grunt and barely managed a wince when he found himself being dragged towards the double bay windows that needed to be replaced.
“Mom?” Mikey said, sounding closer and making Kasey pause mid-shove to throw a panicked look at the closed, and hopefully locked, bedroom door.
“What-” he barely managed to get out when he found his clothes, minus his shirt of course, shoved into his arms, the windows open and the small woman shoving him outside.
“Sorry!” she whispered when he hit the packed sand below with a grunt. She then promptly closed the windows, leaving him sitting there, naked, aroused, and making him realize that the neighbor’s house was a lot closer than he thought.
Clearing his throat, he said, “Good morning, ladies. How are you doing on this fine morning?”
“Much better now,” the little old lady sitting in the wheelchair said with a huge smile as her daughter sputtered by her side.
“Excellent,” he said, returning her smile with a wink as he yanked on his shorts with a sigh and headed next door, deciding that he could really use a nap before his next encounter with the devious woman and there would definitely be another encounter, hopefully one that didn’t end with her throwing him out another window.
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“Can we watch another movie?” Mikey asked around a mouthful of popcorn as she looked between them with a hopeful smile.
“I’m up for it,” Reese said, returning her smile and forcing Kasey to bite back a groan of frustration, because all she wanted to do was to drag Reese back to her bedroom and tear his clothes off, but she couldn’t do that, not with Mikey here.
Until this moment, she’d never really appreciated the difficulties that came with dating when you had a child. Those difficulties had become painfully obvious when she’d been forced to shove Reese out the window and dive over her bed and jerk on a shirt before her ten-year-old daughter walked into her room and got an eyeful.
It made her realize that she had to be careful, really careful, since the last thing that she wanted was for her daughter to get a glimpse into her childhood. When she’d found out that she was pregnant on that fateful day at the downtown clinic all those years ago, she’d made herself a promise that she would never subject her children to the type of childhood that she’d had, and so far, she’d been able to keep that promise.
But, with Reese here it was going to be difficult. He was kind, funny, sweet, and she loved him. There was no doubt in her mind that she was in love with him and that was the problem. She didn’t want to lose herself around him, especially in front of Mikey, which meant that she was going to have to behave herself, keep an appropriate distance from him, and of course, kick him out after the next movie was over, because under no circumstances was he going to spend the night when Mikey was here.
As she glanced over Mikey’s head to find him watching her, she felt her shoulders sag and found herself on the verge on whimpering pathetically, because she was half afraid that she was already addicted to him. Gesturing to Mikey to play another movie, she somehow managed to tear her gaze away from him and drowned her sorrows with a bottle of apple juice as she tried not to think of all the things that she was going to have to go without tonight.
There would be no snuggling, no falling asleep in his arms or waking up in new and interesting ways, and no tormenting him first thing in the morning, she realized with something close to a pout. She’d hate it, but for Mikey she would do anything.
So, when the second movie finally ended, she slapped a smile on her face and said, “Let me walk Reese to the door and then I’ll come tuck you in, okay?”
“Sure,” Mikey said with a shrug before she gave Reese a hug goodnight, switched the baseball in her hands for the one by the door and headed to the bathroom, leaving her there to explain to Reese that this was going to be more difficult than they’d thought.
“Reese, I-”
“No worries, sweetheart,” he said, warmly as he leaned in and kissed her forehead. “Goodnight,” he said, and with that, he was gone and she found herself dragging herself to Mikey’s room, tucking her in and promising her pancakes in the morning before she took herself to the bathroom, took a shower, and then finally dragged herself the rest of the way to her lonely, sad room.
Pulling on the latest shirt that she’d stolen from Reese, she shut the lights off, climbed in bed and immediately realized that this just wasn’t going to work for her. Flopping over onto her side, she grabbed the remote and decided to see what was on television when her bedroom window was suddenly shoved open by that large tan hand that she would recognize anywhere.
More amused than anything, she watched as that hand struggled to get the window to stay up. It took several tries and a few muttered curses, but eventually he was able to get the window to stay open so that he could climb in through the window and land on her bedroom floor with an “Oomph.”
“Can I help you with something, Yummy?” she asked, curling up on her side to watch him.
“I came for my goodnight kiss,” he informed her as he pulled himself up and crossed the small room to lock her bedroom door.
“Reese-” she started to say only to have the man, who’d apparently thought this one out, cut her off.
“I’ll be gone before she wakes up,” he promised, clearly understanding the problem.
“I see,” she murmured. “Do I have to get naked for this goodnight kiss?”
Nodding, he reached behind him and pulled off his shirt as he kicked off his boots. “That really went without saying, sweetheart.”
Smiling, she pulled off her shirt and flung it next to the one he’d tossed aside, already calling it her very own. Throwing a nervous glance towards the closed door, she reminded him, “You have to be gone before she gets up.”
“I will, sweetheart,” he said, pushing down his jeans as he joined her on the bed. “I promise.”